| REACHER | SETTLER | |
| Optimist | Looks at other guys and says... Now see, that's what I call luck. I am the luckiest guy in the world. Not like you s*****s. | That's how I am. I follow my love and I don't care what anyone says. My honey loves me. And that's what counts. |
| Pessimist | I am a reacher... ohh no. My girl will eat me. She must be thinking of me like a looser and must be seeing others by now.... | Now, this is what I got to settle for haan... I could have done much better. Look at that lucky guy. I am stuck. |
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Matching
In a relationship, there are 'reachers' (who gets partner better that them) and there are 'settlers' (who have to settle for partners). (Refer to HIMYM's latest episod) There are 'perfect match' with highly low probability. But that's not the point. It's what the person in relationship thinks about it. Just a brief survey.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Contact
Our brain has a random memory. When we perform add or delete operation in it, it does not necessarily do it. In many ways, deleting is kind of impossible. Even finding is difficult lot of times.
Hear this. I had a contact. I deleted it from my phone. I knew its location in my PC, so I deleted it from some terrible-to-find location. I also kept one backup of all my contacts in one of my friends hard disk. I deleted from there too. And after all these efforts, now I want to use that contact and blaming my brain for not remembering it correctly.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Generalization
It is a thing that babies learn after crying once, and see that people attend to you.
It is a thing children learn after crying, to see that people shout at you before you do it.
It is a thing that boys learn not to cry, as it feels embarrassing when some girl laughs.
It is a thing that under-graduates learn to cry, as it helps to convince your profs sometimes.
It is a thing that men learn not to cry, as people dependent on you feel hopeless when you cry first.
It is a thing that old men learn not to cry, as nobody pays any attention towards it.
So, who are you?
baby, child, boy, UG, man or old-man?
It is a thing children learn after crying, to see that people shout at you before you do it.
It is a thing that boys learn not to cry, as it feels embarrassing when some girl laughs.
It is a thing that under-graduates learn to cry, as it helps to convince your profs sometimes.
It is a thing that men learn not to cry, as people dependent on you feel hopeless when you cry first.
It is a thing that old men learn not to cry, as nobody pays any attention towards it.
So, who are you?
baby, child, boy, UG, man or old-man?
Saturday, February 6, 2010
3 loves in my life...
I am in 3rd standard, in Parbhani. In my colony, we used to get bicycle rides on rent. My father insisted that I should learn to ride one. Rent was just 3/- per hour. 3-4 weeks on a ground. Was injured for like 5-6 times then. But finally learned to ride one. I didn't have that much height to ride big cycle. But used to try as hard as I can. Sometimes my leg used to go from below the upper rod, or sometimes I used to use only one paddle. But it was fun. My elder cousin sister used to have ladies cycle in Aurangabad, and it didn't have upper rod. Whenever I used to uncle's home, I used to ride that one. Then came 4th standard. It was scholarship exam time. Father as well as my grandpa promised to give me a new cycle if I would come in top 10 in that exam. I topped it and 3 days, after lot of insisting to father, we went to Aurangabad to get a cycle. I waited like crazy for my cycle to get transported. When it was back, it was a dream come true. It was the best cycle I ever had. It was light, fast, and awesome looking HERO RANGER GENERATION X, ATB cycle. I used it till my 10th. Started to go to 7 kms. distant school on that from 9th. After that my brother used that. It is still there at my home. That was my first love.
Well, I was a college student now. Most of my friends got some moped or bike to go to college. I wanted one desperately. I just wanted it for fun. But the reason I gave to my parents was that I had go to college and classes , and it would be hard for me to travel 20-25 odd kms. daily on cycle. Well, as usual my dad gave me challenge before hand only. I got selected for NTS, and still after lot of fight that am I old enough to ride the moped, we finally left to buy a Scooty. I drew 3 different color (red, blue, black) scooty models just for fun. But when I went there, the black model was not available. Owner suggested to just ride one model once and see of it fits. There were few silver colored models there. Somehow they felt like too much attractive. The black plastic and seat part and silver metal part, made it a perfect colored design for me. Then I rode it for like 2-3 mins. Man, that feeling was awesome. Something traveling so smoothly. Especially on a rainy day, the black part would become really dark, and the silver part would shine, making it like a perfect view while leaving home. It was like it was calling me to ride. Its top speed was 60 only. But on the flyover downside, it used to go up to 70. I drove it with as maximum speed as I can. Many of my teachers and even my relatives used to complain to my parents for driving that fast. But I used to let it go full throttle. My love for speed began from there. That was my second love.
And the third one, here it is, I am typing on it right now. My new laptop. I had one in institute as well. But this one was special. I got a new job, and apparantly they didn't give laptop. So, I went to dell website. Completed customized it specially for movies. Got 1920X1080 resolution screen. Awesome experience while watching high definition movies. But the most beautiful part is, when lappy is off, and I just see it opened lid, same silver pad and black screen combo makes it look like the best possible thing. My third love.
Well, I was a college student now. Most of my friends got some moped or bike to go to college. I wanted one desperately. I just wanted it for fun. But the reason I gave to my parents was that I had go to college and classes , and it would be hard for me to travel 20-25 odd kms. daily on cycle. Well, as usual my dad gave me challenge before hand only. I got selected for NTS, and still after lot of fight that am I old enough to ride the moped, we finally left to buy a Scooty. I drew 3 different color (red, blue, black) scooty models just for fun. But when I went there, the black model was not available. Owner suggested to just ride one model once and see of it fits. There were few silver colored models there. Somehow they felt like too much attractive. The black plastic and seat part and silver metal part, made it a perfect colored design for me. Then I rode it for like 2-3 mins. Man, that feeling was awesome. Something traveling so smoothly. Especially on a rainy day, the black part would become really dark, and the silver part would shine, making it like a perfect view while leaving home. It was like it was calling me to ride. Its top speed was 60 only. But on the flyover downside, it used to go up to 70. I drove it with as maximum speed as I can. Many of my teachers and even my relatives used to complain to my parents for driving that fast. But I used to let it go full throttle. My love for speed began from there. That was my second love.
And the third one, here it is, I am typing on it right now. My new laptop. I had one in institute as well. But this one was special. I got a new job, and apparantly they didn't give laptop. So, I went to dell website. Completed customized it specially for movies. Got 1920X1080 resolution screen. Awesome experience while watching high definition movies. But the most beautiful part is, when lappy is off, and I just see it opened lid, same silver pad and black screen combo makes it look like the best possible thing. My third love.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Rotation
Have you ever tried to rotate a notebook on a finger? There is a tricky physics that I felt about it. To make sure that it will stay in your hand, you must put your finger under centre. But this won't work forever. Eventually due to fiction force, it will slow down and in the end fall down. For that you need to take your finger a little away from center and give it a rotation. But you have to make sure that the centrifugal force won't throw your finger away from center forever. So, while rotating, you should force your finger towards center. Or else, the notebook will be out of control and fall down.
Easy enough? If words are a little hard, here's the glossary:
rotate : to live
notebook : the world
finger : your action
centre : stability
stay in your hand : keep living (obviously)
forever : forever :)
friction force : boredom
slow down : retire
fall down : the end
little away : change from routine
centrifugal force : butterfly effect of risk
throw : take away
force : inside strength to recover
out of control : out of control :)
Happy reading.... :)
Easy enough? If words are a little hard, here's the glossary:
rotate : to live
notebook : the world
finger : your action
centre : stability
stay in your hand : keep living (obviously)
forever : forever :)
friction force : boredom
slow down : retire
fall down : the end
little away : change from routine
centrifugal force : butterfly effect of risk
throw : take away
force : inside strength to recover
out of control : out of control :)
Happy reading.... :)
Monday, January 25, 2010
A Hero
"And then 'Mr. Supreme' saved the day. He rescued 50 children from the school bus hanging from..." , "Mr. Supreme gave hope to the farmers in south by burning all the weed storm..." "Mr. Supreme instantly figured the location of those last 3 remaining bombs. One of them was not even diffusing. Then he just took it high in the space and..." "A man called Sky-hunter, the biggest villain known to Mr. Supreme made his threat clear to the world by..." "Mr. Supreme came bleeding from the skies. His body was covered with blood ... but on the sincere requests of his fans, his secrecy will remain intact..." "Sky-hunter was arrested successfully due to the planned effort by Mr. Supreme and local police officials" "Mr. Supreme launches at politicians for the death in west due to diseases that..." "Mr. Supreme, new face of world peace" "Mr. Supreme.... the son of the world..."
I was still reading those titles that they give in the newspaper. I knew that guy. 'Mr. Supreme'. A courageous man with no fear of death. Man who pulped his opponents with his bare hands. Man who chose the path of justice and destruction of evil. I knew that man very well. He was my friend once. I won't mention his name here. Society owes a lot to him. How I know him, that is a bond between me and him. You saw him flying with the speed of a jet. You saw him opening bus doors with bare hands. You saw him burning mountain-sized insects by just a flick. You think the guy is superhero. Kids think that he has all those powers to be one. Adults think he is a man of principle and dignity. It was you all, who gave him his title.
I am just a scientist working in a lab of my own. He came to me once when he was just wearing his lightning costume. I used to like him back then too. He had a desire to destroy all the enemies of state. He hated the fighting that goes on unnecessarily between two people with same good motive. I liked that. Back then, I was working on this propelling system. We worked together to give him his flight. I ran close to 2500 simulation on myself first. Had 5 serious injuries because that :). I lost my nice vision in that. But I invented this 6 sense goggles to compensate that issue. Yes... yes... these are the same goggles that you see 'Mr. Supreme' wearing while dodging the bullets coming from back. Bad guys don't even get how he does that. Quite useful tool. Anyways... it came to my aid while I was designing more protective tools for him.
I still remember those days when we were working on that stabilizing structure for his powerful....so called 'moves'. He just had to press his thumb on the button and his mechanical hand structure around his actual hand, will penetrate through practically anything. But you know, making things ergonomically perfect is quite important for him in critical situations. I mean if he had to click 10 buttons and start 3 engines just for changing flying direction, you would not see him flying so stylishly :). I tried to customize the thing for him as much as possible. My colleagues kept asking me why do I come for so less time in the work lab. My seniors many times gave me a warning for not cooperating with system and that I was loosing my vision and I should quit my job. I was not able to meet my wife for several months and in the end we were divorced. I am currently living in a secrete life of my own with no other job.
But, it did not matter. I was working for the creation of the hero that the world needed. I am proud to be working for a man with no other desire than the welfare of society. The sacrifices he makes are adorable. He once came close to disclosing his identity to save people. He is the hero that is a symbol of a selflessness which our society truly needs. He is the man who sacrificed his life to bring order and help those who seek it. Yes, he is and will be the hero in my books forever.
I was still reading those titles that they give in the newspaper. I knew that guy. 'Mr. Supreme'. A courageous man with no fear of death. Man who pulped his opponents with his bare hands. Man who chose the path of justice and destruction of evil. I knew that man very well. He was my friend once. I won't mention his name here. Society owes a lot to him. How I know him, that is a bond between me and him. You saw him flying with the speed of a jet. You saw him opening bus doors with bare hands. You saw him burning mountain-sized insects by just a flick. You think the guy is superhero. Kids think that he has all those powers to be one. Adults think he is a man of principle and dignity. It was you all, who gave him his title.
I am just a scientist working in a lab of my own. He came to me once when he was just wearing his lightning costume. I used to like him back then too. He had a desire to destroy all the enemies of state. He hated the fighting that goes on unnecessarily between two people with same good motive. I liked that. Back then, I was working on this propelling system. We worked together to give him his flight. I ran close to 2500 simulation on myself first. Had 5 serious injuries because that :). I lost my nice vision in that. But I invented this 6 sense goggles to compensate that issue. Yes... yes... these are the same goggles that you see 'Mr. Supreme' wearing while dodging the bullets coming from back. Bad guys don't even get how he does that. Quite useful tool. Anyways... it came to my aid while I was designing more protective tools for him.
I still remember those days when we were working on that stabilizing structure for his powerful....so called 'moves'. He just had to press his thumb on the button and his mechanical hand structure around his actual hand, will penetrate through practically anything. But you know, making things ergonomically perfect is quite important for him in critical situations. I mean if he had to click 10 buttons and start 3 engines just for changing flying direction, you would not see him flying so stylishly :). I tried to customize the thing for him as much as possible. My colleagues kept asking me why do I come for so less time in the work lab. My seniors many times gave me a warning for not cooperating with system and that I was loosing my vision and I should quit my job. I was not able to meet my wife for several months and in the end we were divorced. I am currently living in a secrete life of my own with no other job.
But, it did not matter. I was working for the creation of the hero that the world needed. I am proud to be working for a man with no other desire than the welfare of society. The sacrifices he makes are adorable. He once came close to disclosing his identity to save people. He is the hero that is a symbol of a selflessness which our society truly needs. He is the man who sacrificed his life to bring order and help those who seek it. Yes, he is and will be the hero in my books forever.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
why all this?
Before you read : this may not be much of a proof, but my personal perception as well.
Many philosophies and religions discuss about "what is purpose of our existence" or "why are we living" etc. I thought let's think this question from a little materialistic point of view. As for the question "are we alive", I mentioned that assuming all scientific laws to be true, we are just robots of some kind. I thought, if that is true, what is driving me to live then.
Simply speaking, I have some aims for me, I have some achievements in past, and I have some current work going on. Looking materialistically, all those things were bound to happen. But, I am "feeling" that I am doing something in it. Like some embedded machines, which also do some computation while taking some decision, we also do some computation. We may say that there also some notion of "thoughts" going on in those machines. (Well, they may not be exactly like us.)
When an embedded machine is created, it is created for some purpose. Even if it is some reproducible machine (ya, there are some machines like that called "Fon-Noyman-Machines" or something), it has a purpose at least to reproduce. As for us, we are given some purpose of our own before we are born, say "to survive", and most of the other purposes we learn while surviving. How exactly we get this purposes created?
If the basic purpose is assumed to be only "survival", can it create all such vast pool of purposes that we face now? Or perhaps there is some other "basic" purpose as well? When people discuss about existance of soul, or life-cycle, or heaven-hell theory, they can't be related to only materiastic thought of "survival". And even the thought that we live just for making our long and happy living possible also looks very.... "incomplete". If it were for only survival, then the problem should have been solved by now. So, there does exist something else that drives us or some "basic purpose", that was created in our embedded machine earlier.
"Find yourself"
A robot with AI is created with all humanly inputs givrn to him. WHAT WILL HE END UP LIKE? He will wake up from "sleep" for the first time, what will be the first question that will come in his mind? WHAT IS GOING ON? Thousand and thousands of inpus are entering his brain and he don't know what to do with that data. After he tries to neglect that data, one biggest question comes in his mind. Who am I? "Who" is a completely relative question, like for an ant I am a giant, but for dino I am a bug. So, as a matter of relativity, it becomes necessary for him to know "where is he" ot "who/what is he surrounded with" and maybe "what time/day is it (:P) ".
This question is never finally answered till the end of his life. As you know, the world is changing and also we can't look into our own eyes (metaphorically), we don't completely know who we are.
It may sound crazy, but if you try to think about it, it makes sense. Why do we try to compete? Why do we like to try new music to please ourselves? Why do we want to have kids and nurish them to become a grown person? Every person has an aim called "satisfaction", and till that is not achieved, it can't stop. So, either satisfaction or death can stop his struggle. That's why human tries to beat the death to achieve the satisfaction first. And we can't help it. It is already encoded......"Find yourself".... for that one must survive first. So come the purpose of survival...and follows all other purposes. So, if you can find such "mirror" that will show the complete image of you, you are lucky. We are all in search of that mirror.
Many philosophies and religions discuss about "what is purpose of our existence" or "why are we living" etc. I thought let's think this question from a little materialistic point of view. As for the question "are we alive", I mentioned that assuming all scientific laws to be true, we are just robots of some kind. I thought, if that is true, what is driving me to live then.
Simply speaking, I have some aims for me, I have some achievements in past, and I have some current work going on. Looking materialistically, all those things were bound to happen. But, I am "feeling" that I am doing something in it. Like some embedded machines, which also do some computation while taking some decision, we also do some computation. We may say that there also some notion of "thoughts" going on in those machines. (Well, they may not be exactly like us.)
When an embedded machine is created, it is created for some purpose. Even if it is some reproducible machine (ya, there are some machines like that called "Fon-Noyman-Machines" or something), it has a purpose at least to reproduce. As for us, we are given some purpose of our own before we are born, say "to survive", and most of the other purposes we learn while surviving. How exactly we get this purposes created?
If the basic purpose is assumed to be only "survival", can it create all such vast pool of purposes that we face now? Or perhaps there is some other "basic" purpose as well? When people discuss about existance of soul, or life-cycle, or heaven-hell theory, they can't be related to only materiastic thought of "survival". And even the thought that we live just for making our long and happy living possible also looks very.... "incomplete". If it were for only survival, then the problem should have been solved by now. So, there does exist something else that drives us or some "basic purpose", that was created in our embedded machine earlier.
"Find yourself"
A robot with AI is created with all humanly inputs givrn to him. WHAT WILL HE END UP LIKE? He will wake up from "sleep" for the first time, what will be the first question that will come in his mind? WHAT IS GOING ON? Thousand and thousands of inpus are entering his brain and he don't know what to do with that data. After he tries to neglect that data, one biggest question comes in his mind. Who am I? "Who" is a completely relative question, like for an ant I am a giant, but for dino I am a bug. So, as a matter of relativity, it becomes necessary for him to know "where is he" ot "who/what is he surrounded with" and maybe "what time/day is it (:P) ".
This question is never finally answered till the end of his life. As you know, the world is changing and also we can't look into our own eyes (metaphorically), we don't completely know who we are.
It may sound crazy, but if you try to think about it, it makes sense. Why do we try to compete? Why do we like to try new music to please ourselves? Why do we want to have kids and nurish them to become a grown person? Every person has an aim called "satisfaction", and till that is not achieved, it can't stop. So, either satisfaction or death can stop his struggle. That's why human tries to beat the death to achieve the satisfaction first. And we can't help it. It is already encoded......"Find yourself".... for that one must survive first. So come the purpose of survival...and follows all other purposes. So, if you can find such "mirror" that will show the complete image of you, you are lucky. We are all in search of that mirror.
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